Author: ksyd
Rated: M
Pairing: a little Cameron/House
Summary: Rubbing her right shoulder blade, feeling the scarring line that wetted her soft skin with the letter "J", she got up and packed her things, forgetting to take the invitation with her.
Author's Note: I do not own House, M.D or Hugh Laure or Jennifer Morrison or…or…
Chapter Two
Softly closing the brown front door and leaning against it, Allison Cameron felt an incredibly rush of joy that this day was coming to an end. Pressing down the urge to vomit, she inhaled deep and slowly made her way to the bedroom. Not caring that she still was wearing her office cloths she lays down in the bed, grabbing the warm blanket and covering herself up. Shooting a last glare at the clock radio on her nightstand, she briefly wondered how long the ghost of her past would follow her this time. Five days since she got that invitation. It should go better. It always got better after the first days. But this time, it wasn´t. It was going worse. She only hoped that the next morning would bring some recovery.
Fiercely trying to avoid any body contact, being grateful that they had no patient with a mystery illness to treat, Allison Cameron almost lost her control when House intended to put her down to his clinic duty. Sitting in his chair, making little circles in the air with his cane, he smirk's at her.
"No." A single word, filled with such an unmistakable refusal, that House almost lost his sneaky grin.
"What? Did just say…no?" Speaking slowly and acting like he had a little, naughty child before him, Cameron tried to stay calm, repressing the growing need to slap him. Slap him hard.
"Yes, I said that. And there is no, and I mean no way, that I´m doing your clinic duty. Go, find another fool."
"I was not asking you, Cameron. You didn´t get that, riiight?" A new wave of pain rushed through his leg and House was getting impatiently with his little duckling. Cameron, obvious unimpressed by his now more demanding words, only looked down at him before shaking her head.
"No." And with that she turned around, heading for the office door, abruptly stopping and looking back to a puzzled House. "And one more thing; make sure that next time you go through my belongings, you clean up the mess you make. You are getting a little unwary."
It took House several seconds to recover from her statement. Closing his dropped jaw, House raised one of his brown eyebrows.
"And, are you going to your class reunion?"
Heavily breathing in and out, Cameron once again is turning around.
"No, I´m not going."
"Why not? Could be funny, you know?" Standing up, pointing his cane at her, House smelled a chance to gain a piece of another puzzle from the brown immunologist.
"Are you going to all of your reunions?" Her voice withholds a tone he can´t interpret. Peeved? A sign of unseeing fury, maybe?
"No, God spare me to see all that ugly asses again." Making a grimace to her, he joggles his whole body.
"See?"
Turning on the lights in her small apartment and looking over to her answering machine, Allison Cameron sighed. She knew wich voice would speak to her the moment she pressed the button. Grabbing her mail and going through it, while sitting down on her couch, a yellow envelope catches her eyes. She almost drops it. Slowly reading the sender she lets out a more hysterical sound. Now it was getting that bad with her. It was a letter from the Hospital in New York, the one she landed in after the police had found her. Every year they would send her a questionnaire. About her health, about the after effect and … Throwing away the letter she turns on the TV, trying to focus on something else.
All her pleadings didnt helped her. He had put her again in that dark hole. Cameron could hear his footsteps, right over her. He was cleaning the mess they had made when they were fighting. At least, this time he hadn´t enchained her, like the first time. Her lip was hurting, and touching the burning skin she could feel the warmth of her blood. She slightly wonders how long she would have to endure the darkness around her. After Jared had put her the first time into this hole, it took two days before he let her out, still leaving her bounded a few hours more, not trusting her. Granted, the first day she landed in there was going by a little easier, given the fact that she was slowly recovering her consciousness.
The moment he stood behind her, slapping her in the face with his fist, Cameron lost her balance and dropped to the hard floor. She could hear his words before she slipped out and the world became black. "The cat catches the rat."
If she could, she would have laughed at his word. He was the rat. He had lied to her, all this time. He was the one who turned out to dealing with drugs. Not she. And she found it out, only to get caught by him. Now, trapped again in this little hell of darkness, she don´t know of what she should be more afraid of. The fact that they were on a boot, miles away from anybody, from help or the realization that Jared still thought that everything would going on as it was. That Cameron still would be happily his girlfriend. And that freaks her out the most. He wouldn´t let her go. He made it clear. Very clear.